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3-21, 2012

March 21, 2012 By Kelle

Tonight we gathered under periwinkle skies for a beach sunset to honor 3-21. On the twenty-first day of the third month, we celebrate three copies of the twenty-first chromosome along with thousands of other families across the globe who share our journey. We were joined by many others who came to celebrate, lying blankets that overlapped other blankets on the sand like giant circles in a Venn Diagram so that somewhere in the middle there was common ground–a place that united us all, regardless of our differences.

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We passed shovels to babies who scraped sand and filled buckets. We exchanged stories of where we grew up. We watched as both big kids and little kids chased seagulls and braved the still-chilly water of the gulf.

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Unlike two years ago when we spent this same evening on the beach, there was no ceremony tonight–no tears, no prayer, no speech. The meaning of this day was fully present in the unspoken.

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I’ve been thinking about this post all day–how I want to represent awareness today, what I want readers to understand. I could give you a lot of facts and figures. I could talk about important major headlines in the news right now like prenatal testing and abortion politics. I could tell you about inclusion and its importance in the education of all children. These are all critical topics–things I read about, things I care about, some of which I’m still figuring out.

But what I express best is what’s on my mind right now.

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Right now, I am thinking that Down syndrome is the best thing that ever happened to our family.

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It is amazing what can happen when you open your eyes to the world around you. It is amazing to be afraid–to feel it, to acknowledge it, to face it head on. And oh, Good Lord, is it ever amazing to be transformed by love in a way that awakens parts of you that needed to come alive.

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I think about a lot more now–what kind of person I want to be, how challenges make us grow, how the world is changing, how we need to be reminded that we cannot control everything and if we could, how predictable and flat our world would be. I am so much more aware of beauty. Of people. Of unique differences that make our world rich and interesting.

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I want to be a great mom. I want to be strong and amazing. I want my children to be strong and amazing. I think we’re headed in the right direction, and Down syndrome is teaching us a lot about that path.

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A few months ago, out of the blue, Brett asked me “Hey babe, will Nella be smart?”

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These questions always catch me off guard. Brett’s so very go-with-the-flow and doesn’t really have a lot to say about Down syndrome. He’s always said “Let her show us who she is” and he’s pretty unphased by any information I present. Between the two of us, I’m definitely more the research girl. He says Nella’s a better teacher than books, and he’s right. But I wanted to address the situation appropriately.

He must have sensed my confusion as he quickly followed with, “I’m totally okay if she isn’t smart. I just want to know…could she be smart?”

I formulated my response thoughtfully. “Babe, I will never say what the future holds because I will never put limits on my child. I think she’s brilliant, but she might not be able to show it quite like Lainey does.” Feeling the need to maybe soften the blow or prepare him a little more, I continued. “Adults with Down syndrome generally have a child-like mentality, Brett. You know that, right?”

He stopped and thought for a moment. “You mean, when she’s older, it will be like we still have a kid, right?”

I braced myself for sorrow. “Well, kind of,” I answered.

And I waited.

He raised his head and his eyes met mine. He was beaming, smiling, excited.

And, with tears, he finally said, “That is so awesome.”

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Tonight I am grateful for what we are learning. I am inspired by the way challenges are shaping us. I am fueled by any remaining fear and sadness. I am motivated to see people for who they are inside–for what they have to offer rather than what they are lacking or how they are different. I hope you are learning this with me.

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In explaining to Lainey our celebration tonight, I expounded on the deeper meaning of today. “Remember how Nella has Down syndrome?” I asked. She repeated the term “Down syndrome” and quickly connected it to our Buddy Walk last year and Nella’s therapy visits. We went on to talk about a lot of other things that make people beautiful and unique as well. “We’re all different in a lot of ways but we all like a lot of the same things too,” I reminded her. I then initiated a list of all the things that make us unique and awesome. “Some kids have wheelchairs, some kids have blond hair, some kids run fast, some kids run slow, some kids have brown skin, some kids have blue eyes, some kids know how to read, some kids don’t, some kids talk differently, some kids are short, some kids are tall…” and when I came to the part where “some kids have Down syndrome,” Lainey smiled and took ever.

“Just like some kids wear green shirts and some kids wear blue shirts, right Mama?” she asked.

My eyes pooled with tears and I hugged her. “You’re right, baby.” I answered.

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Thank you again for coming here.

Yes, there are more challenges. But tonight, what do I want you to be aware of? Well, I hope you see it like my wise 4-year-old daughter.

The world is rich with unique differences. Some people wear blue shirts. Some people wear green shirts.

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Happy World Down Syndrome Awareness Day.

To learn more about Down syndrome and the many accomplishments of individuals with Down syndrome please visit ndss.org.

If you are pregnant and have a new diagnosis or you know someone close to you who is expecting a child with Down syndrome, visit downsyndromepregnancy.org for a wealth of helpful and assuring information.

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The Dance

February 18, 2012 By Kelle

Naples Civitan Club Annual Valentine’s Day Dance

There were red balloons tied to every table, festive garland stretched across the walls of the gymnasium and a DJ spinning Lady Gaga, Elvis Presley, and Chubby Checker from the center of the stage.

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“They look forward to this night all year,” my friend tells me. “It’s a really big deal.”

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I can tell it’s a really big deal. There are fancy dresses. Suit jackets and ties. A medley of cologne scents and silk flower boutonnières.

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We danced. Oh, did we dance.

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And I made note of so many things. How nobody cared about the things that didn’t matter and everybody cared about the things that did. Like having fun, making people feel special, stopping to listen. Dancing.

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I cried because I was happy, I cried because I am still learning, I cried because my emotions can’t contain that kind of awesome and yes, I cried because there were short moments when I felt sad, and it is important to me to let myself feel those moments when they come. They fuel the passion to be proactive. They fuel growth.

I danced with a young man who told me I was pretty. He held my hand and smiled. He was a good dancer. And when he dipped me at the end of the song, he didn’t let me fall. I felt so much kindness from him and when I finally sat down after we danced, I cried because I knew that he felt we were different. And I wanted to tell him we really weren’t.

There was pure love in the room. The kind that made me sit and watch and take it in.

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The amazing thing about feelings is that we possess the reins to our perspective. It is a powerful thing–more powerful than the fate of being differently abled itself–to steer our minds and actions toward where we want them to go. I cannot change the fact that sometimes life is hard, that minds don’t always work like they are supposed to, that accidents happen, that bodies fail us, or that an extra chromosome happens to be present on my daughter’s DNA.

What am I going to do about it? I’m going to rock it. I’m going to raise the roof.

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I’m going to find more ways to be kind and to teach my children to be kind, and I am going to ask others to help me do it. I’m going to fight for my kids equally, and I’m going to stop and take time to teach them to have fun. To never stop dancing and loving life, no matter what the rest of the world does around them.

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I urge you to find ways to get involved in your community’s programs for differently abled adults. There are numerous programs, support groups and fundraisers for babies and children with special needs, but adult programs are often challenged in finding support. After being present last night, I want to help change this.

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And let me tell you something else. That extra chromosome? There are dance genes on it, I am sure of it.

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“That will be Nella,” someone said, nodding to this beautiful girl on the dance floor. And it made me smile because this girl was vivacious, happy and, Lord have mercy, could she ever dance.

Someday I want THIS to happen in our community. Regardless of your religious views, it’s an amazing video to watch.

We are all different, but we all deserve the same opportunities to be respected, to be treated kindly and fairly, and to party with the best of them. I was reminded of that last night, and I am so glad my friend invited me to come. It is a night that won’t be forgotten.

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For more information on opportunities like this Valentine’s dance, contact your local Civitan organization.

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Friday Photo Dump:

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Friday Phone Dump photos are taken on the Instagram iPhone app (free) and dropped into a 12×12 collage using a photo editing software (Photoshop Elements works). I am @etst (enjoying the small things) on Instagram if you want to follow the feed.

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Introducing new sponsor, Melody Joy of Melody Joy 1983, a fun shop full of funky knits, paintings and hand made jewelry.

You may have noticed my favorite chunky bird’s nest ring I’ve worn in several posts the last couple weeks. It’s a fun conversation piece and a great way to show some mama pride.

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Freshwater pearls are carefully woven from your choice of silver or antique brass wire to make this ring, or you can choose it in necklace form.

Melody’s shop is also stocked with paintings and a fine collection of beautiful handmade cowls and legwarmers.

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Tell me those cedar branch buttons aren’t fabulous?

Melody is offering a generous discount. Use Code 2for2 for free shipping, and for the rest of the month, Melody will be donating 25% of her profits to continue Nella’s 2 for 2 Fund.

All mama bird’s nest necklaces and rings are buy two, get one free for the month of February as well.

One comment will be randomly chosen from this post to win a $75 gift certificate to Melody’s shop.

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This was my favorite photo this week. It makes my heart hurt so good.

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Joan of Arc

February 2, 2012 By Kelle

Tuesday was ordinary, maybe even a little less than ordinary because I was multitasking in ways that had me frazzled, not quite present, edgy even. Ballet followed by lunch with friends was a nice retreat from the craziness I had created that day–a lost to-do list, papers scattered on my desk, clothes thrown on the floor, an unmade bed. It wasn’t a bad day. It just wasn’t, well, great. I’m okay with that. They can’t all be fireworks.

By late afternoon, I lost such direction that I stood in the middle of the room not once, but twice, and said out loud, “What was I just doing?” And somewhere around mid afternoon, when I noticed the long shadows in the driveway and the sun’s arrival over the back woods where it begins its nightly retreat, I decided I wasn’t letting the day go down without a fight.

I still had things to do, a house to tidy, mouths to feed, but suddenly at that moment the most important thing was finding a way to resuscitate life back into our day. Like it was hidden in a game of hide-and-seek and my challenge was to find it.

No brainer. It’s at the beach. I didn’t really have the energy to pack up pails and shovels and head out, and I knew Brett wasn’t in the mood either. But maybe those are the times you need it most–when it’s work. It started begrudgingly–our quick preparation to take the girls to a beach sunset–but by the time we drove the four miles and caught that pink horizon from our windshield right before we pulled in to the parking ramp, everything settled and my lost direction was suddenly clear.

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We arrived just in time as if that heavy pink sun hung still right before it hit the water line, waiting for our arrival.

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Onlookers clapped like they always do once it finally fell, and we stayed and relished its afterglow.

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Nella walked the beach for the first time, her little body confidently trudging right toward the gulf. It knocked her down a few times, and she shuddered as the cold water lapped over her legs and diaper. I pulled her back into dry sand, away from the intimidating waters, but that didn’t stop her. She trudged forward, like Joan of Arc, again and again and again. To conquer the water, to seek the thrill.

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Yesterday, ABCNews.com did a story on Living with Down syndrome and Nella. Cara, the producer, did a beautiful job, and I felt so humbled and honored to have the opportunity to represent this amazing community of parents and share what I believe to be very important–that we all have a choice in how we embrace hardship, and that it can open the door to living a bigger, better life. It’s a story we share with many. But, for some reason, I read the first comment after the post–nothing I haven’t heard before, a bit of a *yawn* by now–but still, the presented concept pissed me off at that particluar moment. That, my God, a story of a family living life to its fullest and celebrating their child who is doing great is ridiculous because our kid is two and it’s going to get so much worse. Here’s the thing–this person is completely right in the fact that it’s going to get worse–more hardship, far more difficult challenges than, say, occupational therapy. My opposition to the comment really has nothing to do with Down syndrome or negativity in a comment–we deal with both on a regular basis, and we tend to forget about them respectively.

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The problem I have with it is the theory that happiness and perspective and grabbing life by the balls is somehow discredited if challenges are still ahead. I got fired up, something I don’t often do anymore over a silly comment. Because if there’s one thing I have a problem with, it’s joy-suckers. Don’t suck my joy. Don’t suck someone else’s joy. You think I don’t know what’s ahead? You think I don’t have moments where I put myself there–ten years from now, thirty years from now, fifty years from now? You know what statistics say? I know damn well it’s a hard, hard road and there will be tears. But I trudge forward. Like Joan of freaking Arc, and I embrace the challenges and choose to be happy. Knock me down, Waves. I’ll get back up. I do cartwheels, okay? In my driveway. Sometimes in my nightgown. And I will never stop trying to live life this way.

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There is reason for everyone to be unhappy. There is reason for everyone to be happy. What’s your focus?

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I’ve been thinking a lot about adventure seeking. How people choose to climb Mt. Everest knowing it’s a brutal challenge. How my friend, Melina, slips in a kayak and paddles through life-threatening rapids because she wants to feel the thrill. How runners train for marathons when, certainly, a 26-mile run doesn’t promise a pleasant experience. How surfers suffer concussions and yet get right back out there because there’s something bigger on the other side. Adventure, victory, adrenaline, the self-awareness that comes from conquering something difficult.

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You can look at this big picture or small picture; it works both ways. Heading to a beach sunset even when you don’t feel like it. Pulling the craft bin out in search of glitter, knowing it will make a huge mess. Signing up for an African Drum class even though it’s one more thing on your already busy schedule (I’m thinking about it). Choosing to embrace the heartache of raising a child with Down syndrome and being happy, exhuberant, determined in spite of it.

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My point? You cannot wait for Life to come to you. You have to go get it–pursue it in a wild, passionate chase that includes the foreboding depths of challenge and heartache just as much as the ecstacy of triumph and success. You have to want it bad enough to seek it not only when things are rough and the pursuit of it brings the hope of change, but when things are comfortable and easy, and the quest for more living–more purposeful awareness–might even make you scared. It is in that fear–that breathtaking exhileration of “What If?”–that you rise to the occassion.

You step out of your comfort zone and experience the thrill of taking risks and the possibility of believing that, sure, things might be good, but if you stretched a little further, they might be great. I want to know great. And I will work hard to find it.

…and that’s why we went to the beach.

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Introducing new sponsor, Thirty One Gifts Independent Consultant, Nicki Kusek. Thirty One Gifts has a brand new catalogue out as of yesterday, and it’s chock full of some great organizational totes and storage options.

Our new utility bag is like Mary Poppins’ bag–you can fit a house in it. Perfect for the beach.

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And Lainey & Nella’s personalized cinch bags came in handy when I organized everything they’d need while I was in NY last week.

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Totes are affordably priced, and there is a great variety of sizes available. Happy Shopping.

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Also joining Enjoying the Small Things this month is Mom Colored Glasses, a site dedicated to inspiring moms by providing ideas and information in a fun, well-organized way. One click on their site will lead you to a great collection of articles, recipes, crafts, forums, and little things that will surely make you happy. From ideas for better living to suggestions for both the best kid and mom books, it’s a colorful, lively place to be–a great source for motherhood inspiration.

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I’m chasing life this week. Planning Nella’s little party this weekend is helping.

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Tea Party in the Woods to come. We will announce and celebrate the closing of Nella’s 2 for 2 Fund after this weekend.

And in case you lost that beautiful piece ABC News did in my fiery sermon, you can watch it HERE.

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